Kapitel 72: A Bird in its Egg

The mountain was a foreboding but awe-inspiring sight. For Agatha, its beauty and grandeur could only be outdone by the man next to her. And yet there she was, trudging up the slope, her partner in crime by her side.

The mountain was a place not for the faint of heart. It was a place where men were broken and torn apart, where only the strongest would survive. And yet Drake and Agatha were on their way up, the mountain's peak in sight.

Drake was silent and brooding. It seemed he had lost his enthusiasm for conversing with anyone or even reacting to anything. He was lost in his thoughts, and Agatha knew that the only way to get him to talk was to get him to smirk.

"So, what do you think of the mountain, Drake?" she asked, trying to get his attention.

"It is beautiful," he answered, not even looking at her.

"You know, I have been up here only once before when I was a child," she said, trying to get him to glance at her.